By Mark Moreland
For the Times Sentinel
Hello my imperfect friend. I wanted to take the time to tell you how grateful I am for you. And, while we have had our quarrels – as all long-term relationships do – I have truly been blessed by having you to operate all these years. I want to review some highlights to reflect and appreciate together.
I don’t remember much of the early years, between 0 and 5, probably because you were doing all the work, growing rapidly, and trying to survive the assault of change and the beatings I delivered learning how to move you around. My young children are going through this now, and I marvel at what you are able to do at such an early age. We must have giggled like they do.
The next phase I remember well. A flood of joyful memories and new experiences from the age of 6 to 10 … with a sprinkle of pain mixed in for educational and disciplinary purposes. Still growing fast with new adventures around every corner, we moved, worked, and played so well that I couldn’t possibly appreciate you at the time. Looking back, I do.
The aggressive changes made between 11 and 17 were not fair but part of the plan as your strength increased proportionally to the tasks we needed to undertake. I learned to play hard and labor hard in this phase, and utilized you to your fullest extent … playing sports, working jobs and adventuring. I also remember pursuing your wonderful counterpart … the opposite sex. (Often you had too much influence in this area, my friend, and for that, I will not thank you, at least not out loud.) Through this phase of life you excelled!
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